o
called the wind
I love to run through your leaves
to spin them around
make them shine
with sunlight
~
yes
she replied
I feel you
ripple through my leaves
I feel my branches join you
dancing
and the light
that the sun sends down
is a sparkle
and gleam
that you set free
blow through me
that I might
sway with you
I hear your music roar
as you play your song
~
bow low
then soar
o beauty
clad
in shimmer gown
you
are the belle
my forest belle
and I
your breeze
and beau
~